Power is indeed a wonderful thing.
Wu Wang stood atop the clouds, his heart filled with countless emotions.
Rows of Immortal Soldiers moved through the fields, distributing low-grade elixirs that dispelled illness to mortals, from villages and towns to majestic cities, house by house.
It was merely a word from him, yet it could affect so many lives.
Probably, that's why beings like Candle Dragon and Emperor Shun fought to the death for it.
A streak of sword light crossed the sky, and Xiao Jian Daoist, dressed in a white robe and cloth shoes, hurried over from the direction of the Human Emperor Pavilion's main pavilion.
"Wu Wang! The eight Pavilion Masters have arrived at the main pavilion via the teleportation array, and we're just waiting for you!"
"Hmm," Wu Wang responded, retracting his Immortal Consciousness that had been probing various locations.
"Ahem, about this..."
